Page 95 of Ruthless Legacy

He slides a finger inside me, slowly pumping it in and out. “Hold that thought.”

He strokes at my clit, and I roll my hips to meet his touch. He braces me against his knee, holding me against the door. His pants come down, foil rips, then he’s sliding into me. It’s a tight fit. He’s pulls back and takes a couple of test strokes. I feign a yawn. Then he slams home.

My breath leaves my body in a rush of air. He does it again; my eyes flutter closed. Then again, and he chuckles, “Where’s all that shit you were talking a second ago?”

I press my hands against his shoulders for leverage and raise and lower myself on his dick. Taking control. He lowers us to the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting his strokes. My toes curling as he hits that spot deep inside me. My hands reach under his shirt, my nails claw at his back. “Fu-uck.”

His big hands grip my hips as he rocks into me. He goes to his knees, changing the angle of his stroke, pushing my legs wide. I reach between my legs, stroking my clit. Heat licks up my spine. I’m close. He pushes my hand away, and my orgasm recedes.

“What’s your hurry?” He breathes against my ear. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He stretches over me, our pelvises flush. The head of his cock brushes against my cervix again and again. The slight stab of pain mixing with pleasure. My orgasm builds again. “Right there, Pax. Don’t stop.” I pant.

The asshole slows his rhythm. Dragging his dick out and pausing halfway before pushing all the way back in. I use my abs to pull me up, then push him onto his back, taking over.

I bounce up and down on his thick dick, rubbing furious circles on my clit, and grind down on him, swirling my hips over and over again. I feel my slickness running down my thighs.

“When I say, don’t stop.” I raise myself to the tip and slam down. “I mean. Don’t. Stop.”

He rocks into me from below. Our bodies slapping together. His shirt’s wrinkled. My dress probably is too. I don’t give a fuck. All that matters is cumming. All that matters is cumming on his dick. My walls tighten around him. His back bows off the floor as he yells his release. I’m seconds after him. “That’s good.” I groan as the aftershocks ripple through me, milking his cock. “So fucking good.”

I collapse on top of him, catching my breath. Reality comes crashing back in when he stiffens below me. I roll off of him, letting his dick slip out of me and flop onto his stomach. He climbs to his feet and opens his mouth to ruin my post fuck buzz.

“Don’t go twisting this shit up in your head. It didn’t mean anything.”

“I think it means you like me.”

“That, right there, is what I’m talking about. I can’t stand you.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I can tell. The evidence that you can’t stand me is all in the tip of that latex.”

“This was just to prove to my brothers that there’s nothing special about you. You’ll spread your legs for anyone.”

I stand, tugging my dress down, and shrug. I know what he’s trying to do and I’m not ashamed of liking sex. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to make it easier for you to cope and to justify when it happens again.”

“I’ve already had you. Why would I want to again?”

“Because I’m a good lay. Your back arched, and you shuddered so hard I thought you were going into shock.” I grin and say, “I rode you hard and put you away wet. I expected a tear, but you held that shit in like a champ.”

His jaw clenches, his hands fist at his sides. He’s furious that his plan to slut shame me didn’t work. I blow him a kiss and watch as he storms out of the room before dissolving in a fit of laughter. When my chuckles subside, I hunt around for my panties. I can’t find them, so I smooth my dress over my ass and head back out to the party.

Finn’s the first person I run into when I walk outside to the pool bar to grab a drink. “What you been up to, Pet?” He asks, slinging his arm across my shoulder.

I spot Pax glaring at me from the patio chair near the pool and can’t resist the urge to pick at him. “Showing your buddy a more fun way to show his ass.”

His eyes flick to Pax and he throws his head back and laughs. “That explains so much.”

I just arch a brow and open my water. If Pax thought he was gonna drop a bomb, I beat him to it. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Why would I be?”

“Cause I’ve already fucked your other friend.” And the coach, but no sense bringing that up.

“Thea, the only thing I’m upset about is that I wasn’t there to watch, like I did the first time.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “Maybe next time.”

“The head Coxsucker says there won’t be a next time.”

Finn gives me a knowing grin. “We both know he’s coming back for more.”

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